Man, I’ve really dropped the ball these past two weeks. So, as a means to stop the mean squinted-eye-look Kelli gives me in the newsroom when we mention anything about a blog, I’m writing another entry.

  I’ve seriously have so much to talk about, it’s hard for me to focus on just one- so bear with me, please.

  To the like what, three people who are reading this blog (which I’m seriously not sure of b/c I haven’t put on one of those blog-tracker things that Kelli suggested… and to be honest, I think I lost the paper where I wrote the name down…), I would just like to apologizing for not updating this sucker. I even got on one of my friend’s cases about him not reading this blog, and then I go and not update it. He probably still hasn’t read it- good, he hasn’t missed much.

  I’ve mostly been bombarded with homework, lack of sleep, family drama, newspaper drama and NOT cleaning my house. My two damn art classes are mostly responsible for all my homework woes. Newspaper and homework are responsible for my lack of sleep. My sister’s left boob and the benign lump was responsible for my family drama. Musty and The Moultons are responsible for my newspaper drama, and pure laziness and procrastination are responsible for my house being dirty.

  It’s not that my house is dirty-dirty (just like I didn’t have to pee-pee bad-bad enough to use the WalMart bathroom, ha). It’s just that I’m still not completely moved into my new room. By completely, I mean that I don’t have all of my crap on the walls yet (poor Marilyn has been in the living room for the past 3 weeks), and I still have all of my shoes in my old closet. I’m also still bathing in my old bathroom b/c I haven’t cleaned my new bathroom.

  I still have a broken vacuum cleaner, which broke while I was vacuuming my sister’s disgustingly dusty carpet before I moved in (thank you Jena for vacuuming your carpet only 3 times in two years… NOT). I’m borrowing my boyfriend’s vacuum, but now I have to find time to vacuum the whole house, b/c by now it all needs it. I was supposed to do that this weekend, but my sleeping schedule was thrown off by my drunken, temporarily heart-broken friend’s stunt with alcohol on an empty stomach… Let me just say that the trashcan she consoled for 30 minutes was emptied twice around 4 a.m. Thursday night.

  So my boyfriend and I were thrown off a bit this weekend, and I didn’t get much done for myself. I did do a WalMart shop, which I was happy about since I seriously had no food.  Nothing edible at least.

  I also cleaned the back of my refrigerator. That was not on my list of things to do, but now when people walk into my messy house, at least I can pull the refrigerator out from against the wall and say “Look, that’s clean!”

Man, do I know how to waste a weekend…